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My Why

What happened was…

We’ve all been there.  Your patio on one of those clear summer nights, glass of wine in your hand and “what if” on your brain.  Earlier that week, my employer announced layoffs due to COVID-19.  I survived that round, but would I survive the next?  Did I even want to?  My office nameplate read “Sr. Project Manager” but my emails and DMs sounded more like those of a concierge.  Surely there was a more creative way to make people happy?  

A year earlier, I had visited Nashville and stumbled upon Amelia’s Flower Truck.  LOVE at first sight!! I can confidently credit that little green truck for changing my future.  I don’t know whether they are the original flower truck, but I consider their founder, Mattie Bush, to be the OG mother trucker.  If you ever find yourself in Nashville, please say hello from Tulsa (or wherever you call home)!

Half a glass of wine remained.  The world’s cutest shop on wheels is in Nashville – and I thought, could Tulsa support something similar?  No doubt about it!  Our climate is hospitable, particularly if you’re willing to wait 15 minutes, and the surrounding areas attract more and more people every year.  The bundles of flowers I bought from supermarkets were limited in variety and usually had a few flowers I didn’t want.  Buying by the stem would solve both those problems!

Then there was the truck.  The truck would surely be my biggest problem.  I love the Volkswagen Single Cab because the side gates fold down and it becomes a flatbed, making it easier to display the flowers.  But those are very rare in the United States and difficult to find for sale.  The search could take months, and the seller is likely in some place like California or Florida.  Nope, not that night.  That night there was one for sale three miles away.  Call it a coincidence if you wish, but I believe it was a sign from God giving me the OK.

A few days later, I tendered my resignation and was the dumbstruck owner of a 50-year-old pickup that I didn’t know how to drive.  No matter, there were bigger concerns: find a canopy, build a flower rack, meet some flower farmers, make friends with other small businesses, and go ahead and file all that business paperwork while I’m at it.  EEK! Sixty days later, Gas Petal was taking orders for delivery.  Two weeks after that, we had our first pop-up (and sold out!!).  During that first month of pop-ups, I received an email from a gal in Dallas.  She wrote that she wanted to start a flower truck in her area and asked whether I had any advice.  I thought “Any advice?  No, I was gonna ask you the same thing!”  I still need to write her back.